DJ Squeeky - What's Poppin lyrics

[Verse 1] They ask me what's the difference between me and the rest of these n***as I ain't sh** like the rest of these n***as f** these n***as, I ain't got no sympathy. It's time I flex on these n***as If you ain't worth a half a mil you can't stand next to me n***a X2 You damn right, yup I let the streets get the best of me n***a Got a hundred bands on me and that tec with me n***a Uh huh, yeah that's why I walk like this Style on these n***as and I talk like this Got another coupe and went and blowed another 30 on my wrist Had 40 racks on me same day I met 2 Chainz Quarter million dollar n***a before I ever met Gucci Mane n***as better go back and listen to that Welcome To Dolph World Everything I got, b**h I got it on my own Everybody keep asking what's up with me and Yo Gotti f** all that, let's talk about that new Porsche I'm riding I'm getting money, they getting money. That's the end of that Yall know how this Memphis sh** be You doing your own thing then they don't want to see you eat Damn but you know me, I'm in the streets Just k**ed a 50 pack of strong and still k**ing Squeeky beats It's about to be a hot summer, a lot of money, no sleep Real n***as what's poppin, bad b**hes what's poppin Put your hand down, you ain't bad b**h stop it Hustlers what's poppin, gangsters what's poppin Keep one in the chamber, nah I ain't gotta co*k it Daddyo what's poppin, you know how we rockin You know we love the streets my n***a but we gotta stop it Yo mama sick and she need you out here dog So I'll be damned if I let these streets take you out here dog Hell nah, you like my big brother Your mama like my mama, my mama like your mama You call my daddy pops, we almost died together Plus a lot of sh** I can't talk about, American Gangster n***a They thought I was playing when I told them we was trapping out the mansion n***a Stupid crib in Woodland Hills, I did that a long time ago Real n***as, what's poppin Bad b**hes, what's poppin Paper Route, what's poppin